When her mother broke the news of their financial trouble it had broken her heart to come and collect her personal items and leave all the furniture, some of which her grandfather had made, because they had no room to store it. At that point their big house had already gone, and they were struggling to live in the small house.
Had Billy's Mom been the one who told Billy they were selling the cabin? It was in the months before she left town, she must have been in touch with him, she would ask him later. Sarah got up, shaking the past from her, she looked up at the stairs that disappeared into the open plan bedroom. It was suspended over the kitchen and bathroom, giving the seating area full height windows with fantastic views in the daytime, now it was a wall of darkness.
She slowly climbed the steps up into the bedroom, drawn to it. This was where Billy slept, on the bed she had slept on so many times. Reaching the top she found the bed neatly made, the bedding was the one thing that was new, gone were the girlish quilt and pillows. A stabbing pain seared Sarah's heart, had he brought other women here? Slept with them in this bed? Why did those thoughts hurt so much, he didn’t owe her anything, hadn't he done so much for her and her family anyway? But this was her special place, she didn’t want it tainted by other women.
“Everything OK?” Sarah jumped out of her skin. She hadn't heard Billy come up behind her, he had removed his shoes and walked around in socks, the stairs hadn't even creaked under his weight. Has he purposely crept up on her?
“Yes. Sorry, I shouldn't have come up here.” She made to move down the stairs, but he put out his arm to block the way.
“You don’t need to apologise. Like I said, this is your cabin.”
“No. No it’s not, it’s yours. Perhaps it was a mistake to come here.”
He reached out and stroked her arm, sending tremors through her body. “Don't say that, don’t say it’s a mistake. The thought of coming back and seeing you has kept me going for months. You must know how I feel about you.”
“No. I don’t. You left, I didn’t hear from you for five years. Now you’re back.” Her voice wavered, “And I don’t know what it is you want.”
His hand slid up her arm, goose bumps rising up on her skin. A tremble passed through her body, she responded to his touch so naturally. Her breasts rose and fell, tightening, wanting his hands on them. Her nipples had already formed stiff peaks when his wandering fingertips brushed against them very softly, making Sarah's breathing laboured.
“I want you, Sarah, I know now I always have. It just took a long roundabout route before I admitted it.”
“Please, don’t tease me, Billy. You can have any woman, why would you want me?”
“Because you always accepted me for me. It wouldn’t matter you if I were rich, or poor. Famous or a nobody. I want to make you happy Sarah.” His lips touched hers, softly, questioning her want for him, she responded, moulding herself to him, feeling his toned, muscled body against hers.
His tongue pushed between her lips, gliding around the sensitive flesh of her mouth, sending thrills through her body. He explored her mouth with his tongue and her body with his hands. Firm confident hands, experienced in drawing pleasure from a woman. His fingers squeezed and teased her nipples, rolling them through the fabric of her dress between his fingers and thumb.
She gasped against his mouth, unused to having her body touched this way. His mouth left hers, kissing her jaw line, soft little kisses down her neck, his breath and lips warming her skin. The same warmth heated her whole body, centring on the wet slick heat between her thighs. Her sex pulsed in need, her clit throbbed too, wanting the same attention Billy lavished on her breasts.
Billy guided her backwards, towards the bed, supporting her weight as he laid her down on the covers. His mouth came down and nipped her breasts, the material of her clothes dulling the exquisite sensation. A hand slid down her thigh, finding the hem of her dress and pulled it up. His hand inched its way up, stroking her soft flesh, Sarah held her breath, too scared to breathe as she anticipated his touch.
His fingers reached their goal, stroking her sex through the flimsy fabric of her panties, pushing gently into her slick opening before rising to caress her clit. Her legs moved apart, encouraging him to take things further, to touch her more intimately. He obliged, pushing the silky fabric aside and inserting a finger inside her pussy. His mouth returned to hers, she cradled his head in her arms, her fingers lost in his hair as his fingers probed her.
He moved deeper, his thumb brushing her clit, sending her body into ecstasy. A thought flitted across Sarah's mind, would he mind that she was a virgin, not experienced as the other women he had bedded? Would she satisfy him? She didn’t really know how. But she was willing to learn, if he was willing to teach her.
His finger pushed deeper, she groaned against him, as his finger touched her resistance. He jolted back from her, his hands leaving her body. “You're still a virgin?” It sounded like an accusation.
Feeling hurt Sarah pulled her dress down and sat up on the bed. “Yes.”
“I never thought...Forgive me, come on let’s eat.” He reached out a hand to pull her off the bed.
Sarah got up on her own, her face flushed with arousal and embarrassment. “I think it would be better if you take me home.”
“No, please Sarah, stay.” He moved towards her but refrained from touching her. “I’m sorry, I shouldn't have assumed anything. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“It's fine. I understand you like your women more experienced.” She brushed the tears from her eyes and headed for the stairs, feeling like the gauche teenager she used to be.
“No. It's not that at all.”
Sarah turned to face him. “No? What other reason could you have for stopping?”
“You're a virgin. You're first time should be special.”
“It was special. Right up to the moment you stopped.”
“I mean with someone special. Not someone like me.” Billy straightened up. “You're right, I should take you home. You deserve better than me, what was I thinking.”
“Someone better than you? I can’t think of any person that has been better than you towards me. Don't sell yourself so short, not everybody would have paid over the odds for this place just to keep a roof over my family's head.” She placed a hand on his arm, longing to feel the warmth of his touch on her skin. “I’ve never been interested in anyone else, I thought it was because of work and family commitment, but seeing you today, I realised it was because I always wanted you, no one else.”
“But you don’t understand how badly I’ve behaved. The whole rock star thing went to my head, and my cock.”
Sarah giggled, “Sorry that sounds so funny.” Straightening her face she said, “It doesn’t matter to me, all that matters is that you are being honest with me now.”
“I am, Sarah. I want you, and I want to make you happy.” He stepped closer to her again. “Shall we pretend that we just got here, that none of the other stuff happened?”
“If you want, but I want to get to know you all over again. And I’d rather not forget the feel of your hands on my body.” Sarah blushed at her own words, they were very brave considering how she felt inside. If he turned her down now she would be mortified, but if he didn’t she knew she would not be a virgin by the end of the night.
“Every minute I’m with you reminds me of why I came back. It's taken me a long time to even begin to think I was worthy of you.” He kissed her, stopping her from telling him it was her that should feel unworthy, she was a waitress and he was a rock star, this kind of thing only happened in movies, or dreams. Right now as his tongue tasted her mouth, she did not want to pinch herself to see if she was dreaming.
Feeling braver she started to undo the buttons of his shirt, wanting to see his toned body. She had memories of him as a teenager, but she wanted to see the man he had become. Her finger shook as they undid the buttons, slowly revealing his chest. She drew her mouth away from his, bending forward to ki
ss the tanned skin she had exposed, his head rolled back and he groaned as she kissed first one nipple, then the other. Her hands spread over the springy hair covering the top of his chest and then ran down over the smooth skin of his stomach.
She wanted to go further, to undo his pants and let them fall to the floor, but her courage failed her. Then her senses were overtaken by the touch of his hands on her, stroking her body, leaving her filled with need.
“Shall we take this off?” he asked tugging at the fabric of her dress.
“Yes, please,” she said raising her hands above her head.
He lifted the hem of her dress, gathering it up in his hands, pulling it up, revealing first her thighs, then her panties, then the rest of her body, her breast still held captive in her bra. Not for long, his expert hands reached behind her and unclasped it, making the swollen globes surge out.
“I always wanted to see your breasts, as a teenager I would imagine what it would feel like to touch them and taste them.” His hands covered them, kneading them together. Sarah lost herself to his touch, his hands were both gentle and firm on her sensitive flesh. His thumbs worked in a circular motion over her nipples, making them hard peaks. The heat between her legs grew in intensity, she felt the slick dampness of her arousal increase, wanting him to touch her there too. But enjoying the feel of his hands elsewhere made her in no hurry, they had waited years to discover each other this way, they had all night.
His mouth claimed a tortured nipple, sucking it gently, and then increasing the intensity until shocks of pleasure ran from there down to her sex. Her nerves raw from all the new sensations her body was experiencing, overloaded by his touch. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of his mouth as he moved to the other nipple, licking and nipping it until it felt impossibly taut too. Feelings of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain increased the sensations. He squeezed her breasts together and took it in turns licking and nipping her nipples, just when she thought she could stand no more he released them.
In a sweeping movement he laid her on the bed, lying next to her, kissing her again. His hand moved to the flimsy panties covering her sex. Releasing her mouth for a moment he asked, “Shall we get rid of these too?”
All Sarah could do was nod, too far gone for any words to form in her brain. He sat up and she lifted her hips enough for him to slide the last barrier to her innocence off her legs. Letting them drop to the floor with her other clothes before moving back beside her.
His hand slid between her thighs, for the first time he had complete access to her. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She nodded again.
“If you need me to stop, just say, and I will. Don't think you have to go through with it.”
In answer she parted her thighs for him and drew his head down for a kiss. His finger slipped inside her tight sex, his tongue slid into her mouth. He explored each warm wet place, making her murmur against him in pleasure. She had explored her body herself, many times, but not like this, not so deeply. His tongue moved in and out of her mouth in the same rhythm his finger moved inside her sex. Satisfied she was willing he slipped another finger inside her, rubbing his thumb over her clit.
He broke the kiss and began to work his way down her body, kissing and licking her skin, his fingers working her sex into a throbbing need. She could feel herself reaching for her climax, he increased the tempo of his fingers, stretching her wider, hooking his finger until she nearly exploded as he found her g spot. A few moments of those magic fingers and she came, shuddering around his fingers, her own hand reaching down and frantically covering his as it moved. As the waves passed over her, she wondered how much better sex could be than that. But Sarah was about to discover Billy's mouth was more pleasurable than his wonderful fingers.
Billy positioned himself between her legs, parting her thighs further with his hands, she did not resist. He kissed the inside of her thighs, running his tongue up towards her sex, then stopping short to do the same on the other thigh. Her body recovered quickly from the first orgasm and soon his teasing made her want more.
The first touch of his mouth on her clit almost made her jump through the roof. Already sensitive from her previous climax the hard little bundle of nerves needed little encouragement before it throbbed and pulsed. Sarah pushed her hands into his hair and stroked his head, tilting her pelvis up in an offering to his mouth. Billy placed his mouth over her clit and sucked, darting his tongue in and out so it flicked over it. Sarah raised her hips off the bed, Billy used his hands to grip her thighs firmly so he could control her.
When he felt she could stand no more he slid his face lower and worked his tongue in and out of her sex. Sarah whimpered at the feel of his tongue deep inside her, She let go of his hair and gripped the sheets either side of her, balling her fists around the fabric in an attempt to get a grip on herself, but it was no use. Soon she was coming again, his face buried deep between her thighs, lapping her pussy as it contracted in spasms of release. This orgasm came stronger than the last , her body tensed, she raised her back off the bed, arching it in pleasure.
As her climax subsided, her body relaxed, Billy kissed her thighs, stroking her skin with his hands. He worked his way back up her body, caressing her until she was completely calm again.
“I take it you enjoyed that?”
Sarah felt embarrassment sweep over her, she had never been this intimate with anyone before. No man had ever looked at her down there, yet alone used his mouth on her in such a wonderful way. Even though she had known Billy all her life she was a shocked, now her senses had returned, to find herself lying naked on the bed with him. He had willingly given her so much pleasure, now she wanted to reciprocate this, but she was unsure how.
Rolling over to face him she reached for the belt around his waist, pulling it free, then with fumbling fingers she began to undo his pants, both excited and afraid of what she would unleash. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes. But I’ve never done this before, will you teach me?” Sarah decided it would be best to be honest with Billy, as she always had been.
“We'll take our time, no rush. But first I ought to get a condom.” He sat up and reached over to open a draw by the side of the bed. He retrieved a small box, opened it up and drew out a packet. He put it next to him on the bed. “Now, where were we?” He kissed her, neck, and then nibbled her earlobe.
Sarah went back to undoing his pants, her mind filled with the image of the small packet, with it the acknowledgement that this was real. Tonight, in this little cabin she would give her virginity to her first love. Her first love, her only love, this thought gave her courage, she pushed his pants down. He raised his hips off the bed and together they removed his clothes until he lay as naked as her, his thick cock rigid, waiting for her touch.
Tentatively she touched the smooth skin, his cock almost sprung up in eagerness to feel her warm hands around it. She slid her hand around it’s girth, feeling him groan against her as she grasped it.
“Too tight?” She asked, worried.
“Not at all. It can take a lot rougher handling than that.” He reached down and put his hand over hers and taught her how to move up and down the long shaft. Once she had a steady rhythm he left her to explore him as he had her. She rolled her hand over the head of his cock, feeling his first drop of pre come on her hand. Sliding her hand back down, she pumped it up and down a few times as he had showed her, then she inched lower and felt his balls.
Sarah wondered what he tasted like, he had seemed to enjoy putting his mouth over her sex, would she enjoy the taste of him? She ducked her head down and after a moments hesitation took the head of his cock in her mouth. More come leaked from his cock as she sucked at him, she swallowed it, taking more of him in her mouth.
Billy stroked her back, caressing her breasts, then down over her bottom. The feel of her mouth on his cock was both unexpected, and incredible. But he wanted to come inside her, he wanted to take her virginity and make her
his. The thought of being the first person to make love to her aroused him, the thought that he would, hopefully, be her only love, amazed him.
He had come here with the intention of winning her heart and never letting her go. He just hoped the thought of everything he had done in the past few years, the many women he had slept with would be something she could live with. After all he didn’t want some crazed fan selling their kiss and tell story and ruining everything for them, he needed her to be prepared.
She sucked at him greedily, enjoying the feeling of power over him, she could feel his muscles tensing, his body becoming lost to the sensations of her mouth.
“Stop, please, Sarah. I want to come inside you. If you still want me to make love to you?”
“Yes.” Despite enjoying his cock in her mouth her sex throbbed with the need to be filled. She wanted him, wanted the experience of his cock penetrating her so deeply it would take her innocence. To feel him lose control while deep inside her and experience her body's response to him.
Billy picked up the condom and opened it, taking it out and sliding it over his cock. He rolled Sarah onto her back and moved so he knelt between her legs. She parted her thighs for him, he pushed first one, then a second finger inside her sex, massaging her soft flesh, making sure she was ready for him. Satisfied, he moved over her, supporting his weight on his arms as he hovered over her.
“I’ll try not to hurt you.”
“I know you will,” she answered, stroking his cheek, he turned his face and kissed the palm of her hand, sending shivers down her arm.
Holding his stiff length he guided it towards her sex, the tip pushing against her opening. Easing his weight forward he entered her sex with just the head of his cock. A little deeper, she felt him stretching her, his eyes never left her face as he looked for signs of pain or discomfort.
“Don't worry, please, I need you inside of me.” It was true, the more he entered her, the more of him she needed. He pushed a little deeper, feeling her resistance, he kissed her as he broke through, feeling her tense. Her innocence gone he gently pushed into her until he was penetrating her fully.
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